Constant

The Humanity - everywhere.
Here I am, in the depth of nation
Full of poverty and despair.
Social entropy culmination,
What is only essential constant
For the world, which devoid of savior.
So we trade in with our conscience
For last cigarette just for savor.

Данное произведение является художественным авторским переводом стихотворения "Константа" http://stihi.ru/2020/01/06/3877


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